Run With The Fishes

Wow, I really was terrible about posting this summer. Two whole posts for each month in July and August. Pitiful. Want to know something sad? I don’t even really know where August went. I mean, it felt like we were super busy but in trying to think of what to type here, it’s all a blur. Old age and senility are clearly on their way to my house.

Here’s what I can remember and if anyone else can tell me what happened last month, I would appreciate it.

The first weekend we went to Shreveport. New shoes (thanks to slipping into a mountain stream) and a few school supplies were purchased. Then we all tried dinner at a hibachi grill which was great fun and a movie for Zoey’s birthday. Eleven. Double ones. Here’s a portion of a post that I never published from that week:

Zoey is counting down the days until she turns eleven. I am counting down the days until Top Chef starts.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I can wrap my head around one of my favorite television shows starting it’s new season. It’s a little more difficult to believe she is eleven and starting middle school this year.

The next weekend we drove to Dallas to pick up Nick (Greg’s youngest brother) from the airport for a week of visiting.

As soon as he stepped off of the plane from San Diego he was drenched in sweat, “There is a lot of moisture in the air in Texas!”. To try and beat the heat there was an almost nightly water balloon fight.

I’m pretty sure we bored the poor kid. There is no cell phone reception in our house, one computer all of the kids share, no places to go within walking distance, and it was over 100 degrees most days.

Want to know something? He had never gone camping before. City kid.

So, on one of the last nights of his stay, Greg and the kids remedied that situation.

Camp fire, hot dogs, s’mores, and lake swimming.

After they returned home, Nick asked, “Can you believe I’ve been in Texas almost a whole week and haven’t eaten at a restaurant?”. I could, because… you know, I was there. We hardly ever eat out. It didn’t even occur to me that not going out to eat would be strange. On the way back to Dallas to drop Nick off for his flight we stopped for breakfast. Now Nick can say he has been camping and eaten at the World Famous (according to them) Dairy Palace. Lucky guy, right?

The weekend before school started we took a trip to Houston for school supplies and clothes. It was only our second time to drive to Houston since we moved here so many years ago. I don’t know why, but I always thought it was so much farther away than it really is.

I guess that’s why it felt busy. We weren’t home any of the weekends in August. Ever had a month just fly by you?